The waitress placed Keith's order on the table. As Keith bit into his cheese pastry Phyllis said, "Now don't tell me it was sex?"
Keith smiled. "How did you guess?"
Phyllis smiled too. She took a bit of her muffin and washed it down with some hot coffee. She said, "You seem more relaxed today; not uptight like you were yesterday."
"I'm a man today!" Keith said, and he proved it by looking boldly at Phyllis' breasts.
"Weren't you a man yesterday?" Phyllis asked, noting Keith's interest in her bustline.
Keith bit into his Danish pastry and chewed it up. He swallowed some coffee and said, "Not quite."
"Explain," Phyllis said.
"Can't," Keith said, laughing.
"Come now, Keith, you can tell Phyllis."
"I'd like to because I'm bursting with the experience."
"Why don't you?" Phyllis tried to look like a priest in a confessional.
"It's personal, and degrading, that's why."
"Oh come on, Keith, sex is a fine thing to enjoy."
"You can bet it is, Phyllis." He thought: Imagine, me passing out at my first fuck!
"Keith," Phyllis said.
"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
"You looked like you were miles away."
"I wasn't," Keith said. "I was right in this building."
"Oh?" Phyllis saw her chance. "Want to tell me about it?"
They were eating and drinking as they talked. Keith drank some coffee and said, "I can't talk about my experience. Not that kind."
Phyllis drank the last of her coffee. What Keith had just said triggered.her determination to have him suck on her baby. He evidently wouldn't talk about any of his girl relationships. It made her feel good: she was going to seduce him. But would he do it?
"What are your plans for today?" she asked.
"I haven't any," Keith lied. He had come to the Coffee Shop with the hope of seeing Bettina. He was very anxious for another session with her miracle box.
"Will you come to the Boutique with me?" Phyllis asked.
"Why not," Keith said. "I have nothing: else to do."
"You can help me." She paid for Keith's and her own breakfast. Keith objected but Phyllis shushed him up. "This is liberation time, remember?"
Keith laughed. "Thank you, Ms Reger!"
The thought came to Keith of why he wasn't shy with this black girl. Was it the color of her skin? Did he unconsciously believe he was better than she was? But no. He liked black persons; the good ones. So it must be her manner of speaking; her personality; her way of making him feel in tune with her.
"Equal rights." Phyllis laughed softly. "Now we women can do what you men can do."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Keith said as he followed Phyllis to her store.
Phyllis unlocked the door and opened it. When they were inside she closed the door and locked it.
"Being here reminds me," Keith said. "I want to buy a scarf for a friend."
Phyllis went to the counter where the cash register was. She placed her pocketbook under the counter and took off the white suit coat she was wearing. Her breasts strained at the dark blue pull-over sweater she had on today.
She went to a cubby hole to hang up the suit coat. Keith followed her. He was fascinated by her bulging tits.
"Like them?" Phyllis asked when she caught Keith watching her.
"I'm sorry," Keith said. "I shouldn't stare."
"I don't mind, really. Look at them all you want. Now what did you say about a scarf?"
"I want to buy one for a friend," Keith said.
"That nice friend of last night's experience?"
"Yes."
"Well you can't buy one in my store," Phyllis said.
"Why?"
"I'll trade you for a scarf."
"I don't have anything to trade."
"You'd be surprised what I want," Phyllis said.
Keith looked intently at her and she said, "Oh, hell! I feel sort of lonely and I'd like you to have dinner with me in my apartment tonight."
Keith looked amazed. "You want me in your apartment tonight?"
Phyllis looked eagerly at Keith, "Will you?"
"What could keep me away?"
"Then you'll come." Keith laughed. "Don't say that."
"Maybe that too," Phyllis said. "Come at seven, and please walk up. I don't want anyone to see you enter my apartment. It's 2-B by the way."
"I'll be there sharp," Keith promised. When he left with his expensive scarf-a present for Bettina-he had all kinds of thoughts about what could happen in a black girl's pad.
So did Phyllis. She was so busy with her thoughts that she neglected working on her stock. It was five minutes before seven when Phyllis let Keith into her apartment. "Would you like a drink, Keith?" she asked.
"Do you have sherry?"
"No," Phyllis said, "but I do have Chianti."
"Fine," Keith said. He had been feasting his eyes on breasts that would make a sailor think of two 40mm shells.
"I'll get some," Phyllis said, adding, "Make yourself comfortable, Keith."
When she returned Keith was sitting on her green velvet sofa. "Here," she said, handing him a wine glass.
"Are you hungry?" she asked Keith.
"Not starved, really." Keith sipped his wine.
"Still thinking about last night?" Phyllis sat down on the sofa by Keith.
"Not really. I've been thinking about you."
"Were they nice thoughts?"
"Certainly. How else would I think about you?"
"Not sex!" Phyllis laughed softly and patted Keith's knee.
"Sometimes I wonder how I do so well at the University when my mind is crowded with sex."
"I'm not hungry either," Phyllis said. "With sex on your mind, would you like to play-like with sex?"
"Wow!" Keith said. "That's what I hoped for!"
"Are you a breastman, Keith?"
Keith's face flushed. "I looked at yours, didn't I?"
"They were covered. Now do you want to see them bare?"
"May I suck on them?"
"Of course! That's what a breast is for, silly."
Phyllis turned her back. "Unzip me," she said.
With fingers that trembled Keith pulled down the zipper and Phyllis took off the white blouse she was wearing. She was braless.
"Put your arms around me, Keith. Don't look, just feel them."
With her back against him Keith cupped the magnificent tits in his hands. He moved his hands so the touch of the soft black flesh nourished his prick so it began to rise within his slacks.
"They're like velvet," he said, squeezing the mounds.
Phyllis turned to face Keith. "Now you may suck them," she said.
Keith got down on his knees while Phyllis moved to sit on the edge of the sofa. Keith got between her legs and began kissing the black beauties with a fervor that made Phyllis think how well-he would suck her baby.
Keith fingered one breast while his mouth was busy on the other. Phyllis' tactile corpuscles were on the move. Her little baby was stirring in its cave of flesh. She loved it so much.
"You're a good sucker, Keith," she said. She patted him on the head. "A real good sucker."
Keith moved his mouth to the other nipple. He said nothing. Why talk when he could fill his mouth with black velvet flesh?"
Phyllis felt her nipples become harder. She was ready to break the news to Keith, but she hesitated. What would she say? Then she said it quickly. "Would you like to suck something else?"
Keith kept the rosy nipple in his mouth. He wondered if he had heard right.
"Well, do you?" Phyllis said.
Keith released the nipple. "What did you say?"
"I said-oh, hell, Keith, I want my little baby sucked!"
"Baby?" Keith said. "What baby?"
Phyllis held Keith's face in her hands.
"My clit, my clitoris, my baby!"
"Is that what you call it?"
"Yes."
"Sure, I'll kiss it if it will make you happy."
Phyllis planted her lips on Keith's forehead. "You're a doll," she said. "Wait here, drink your wine. I'll get ready."